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I've dealt with my share of homelessness. I've endured being the bad gal in the room. I’ve taken a lot of life’s punches on the chin. But never did I expect to be forced to attend an academy full of power-hungry delinquents. I can handle whatever threats, traps, bullying, and schemes are thrown my way, because I'm not here to be a good student. I'm here to keep my secret safe from those who will do everything to see me perish. Game on.

I'm an omega born in the wrong skin. Patient #496. Jinx Blackwood. Gemini. They said I was missing. Swapped. Unfit to serve Fate's design. But Fate made a mistake. I was never meant for the world outside. I belong in the dark. Six years ago, I was stolen from Ravenscroft Asylum and dumped into a life meant for my twin sister. But now I've clawed my way back to where I truly belong—the haunted halls, the blood-soaked beds, and the underground cages they swore I'd never return to because I didn't come back for answers. I came back for them.

Patient #495. Nyx Blackwood. Scorpio. They call me dangerous. Unstable. The Fated M.U.S.E. Mentally insane, they wrote in my file. Unsatisfactory, they marked on my tests. Scentless, they whispered in fear. Excelled beyond control, they warned the others. For six years, Ravenscroft Asylum has been my prison, its white walls keeping the world safe from me. Or maybe keeping me safe from the world. Until four of the most lethal alphas in the Parazodiac Nexus break in. They don't just take me. They claim me.

As the youngest member of the renowned Harlow family, I, Brianne Marie Harlow, have some big shoes to fill. With amazing parents on the magic council and a sister who works for Witchling Star Agency, I’m determined to prove that I can meet the expectations of our family name. Getting accepted into Witchling Academy isn't the problem, given my gift. But surviving in a school filled with witches and warlocks? That is a whole other dilemma. My game plan? Focus on learning, do my homework, and speak to no one - except for my best friend, Elijah, who I secretly have a crush on.

They are beings with no flaws, divine creatures with power sparking at their fingertips. A race so exceptional that it feels almost forbidden to think about them, especially for someone like me. I’m Rosadette Campbell, a seventeen-year-old girl who has nothing in common with those divine, worshiped beings. No, I’m a human - at least, that’s how we refer to ourselves. We pretend not to hear the litany of degrading slurs other races use to describe our kind. We were the dominant species once, but now we’re considered little more than rats.

I woke to the soothing sound of a peaceful serenade...except there’s nothing peaceful about being kidnapped after being sold to the Devils of Sin. This never should have happened, because I did everything right. I accepted the invitation, attended the masquerade in the depth of the forsaken forest, and danced with whomever requested. The longer one remains, the more debt is cleared from the family name, so I danced through the night. I survived to the final note—and let me emphasize the survive part—but I’m starting to realize where the real problem lies.

I was raised to believe Omegas had value—if not to themselves, then to the highest bidder. Turns out, I was wrong about the bidder part. Thanks to the mess my father left behind, I've spent the last three years working in a velvet cage—dolled up, strapped in corsets, and made to smile for high-rollers and backroom gamblers at The Crimson Roulette, a velvet-gloved prison for girls like me. Until a group of men in tailored suits strolled in with sin in their eyes and luck in their pockets. Didn't flirt. Didn't smirk. Didn't miss. They just played. And won. Their prize? Me.

The nightmares are rising… shadows twist through memory and magic, and I stand at the edge of oblivion. The Lords of Shadow and Starlight once warred for my soul. Now they bleed for it. To survive the Court of Nightmares, I must face what Liarel couldn't—ancient betrayal, fractured love, and a prophecy designed to break us. I've tasted the poison of rejection and clawed my way back from the abyss, bloodied but unbroken. Each trial cuts deeper. The truth I uncover rewrites the fate I thought was mine.

Bound by poverty, I’m but an offering to the gods worshipped by the Frehja. Left astray at the hands of my greed-filled father, I’m a sacrificial pawn to the Ghryadiel, leaving me with one choice: death. A fickle hope lies in my desperate desire to rebel against fate. I don’t run from my demise like the gods expect—I embrace it. Four Ghryadiel Dragons band together to kidnap me from the brink of plunging catastrophe. An act of rebellion against their forefathers. Little do I know, our psychotic tendencies are what bond us as my act of defiance lays the mark of sin upon my clammy flesh.

I'm an omega, but I'm wrong. Tainted. A glitch in the natural order. My dreams drag me to a shadow kingdom of cruel beauty where sinful alpha monsters reign supreme—crowned heads of various courts, their very presence igniting my inner omega that's laid dormant impatiently. Their crowns gleam with unholy light, their scents ignite a hunger in me I don't understand. I should submit. I should want to obey. Instead, I feel power stirring dangerously in my veins.

When I was five, they told me I was cursed. When I was ten, they accused me of killing my entire pack. When I was fifteen, I ran away in hopes of escaping my past. I left everything—and everyone—behind. By twenty, I’d moved on in every way. New name, new city, a chance at a fresh start. By twenty-five, I was a healer to a pack of nightmare wolves, and whatever my curse, they were immune to its wrath. For once, I was happy: in love with not just my Alpha, but his Beta and Sentinel Guard. Life was challenging, but my past was finally forgotten...until my monsters found me.

For me, Cassandra Thorn, being born as a human, raised by an elite group of supernaturals, and struggling to reach my 20th birthday was far more fun than this. Then again, anything would be. In this case, "this" refers to being taken against my will - kidnapped - and trapped in an underground lab for supernatural shifters. Pretty ridiculous, considering I was a mere mortal. Or so I was told. Turns out there are a lot of things I was told, not all of them true.

I woke up to the chilling sound of gunshots. A soured deal, a raid of vicious men, and a blow to my head contributed to my psychosis. My name is Eloise Genevieve, but the rest of the world calls me crazy. Can I really blame them? After all, I speak to the monsters who have known me since that Devil’s Raid. Sweet, sinful men who are just as royal, powerful, and merciless as I wish to be. I’m the only one who can see them, and that’s the problem. I want more than just to see.

A crown of light hovers over my head, a royal symbol that puts me on a pedestal that everyone envies—they long to stand at my side for the rest of the world to witness. Death awakens the truth surrounding my creation, and I’m left in the middle of a war between three supernatural races: wolves, archangels, and monsters. This isn’t the threesome I was envisioning for myself.

The Lords of the Courts of Shadows and Aether both whisper promises of power, demanding my ascension. One would forge me into a queen of darkness, the other a ruler of ethereal dominion. But to rise, I must choose—and a wrong choice could shatter the world itself. My alphas have been torn from me, the forced distance igniting a dangerous heat that claws at my sanity. Every moment without them frays the bond between us, while unseen hands twist fate against me. And the Court of Divinity? Their challenge is no mere test. It's a labyrinth of deception, hiding a devastating truth.